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Thread #162703   Message #3873929
Posted By: Donuel
27-Aug-17 - 02:31 PM
Thread Name: BS: Flippin' 'eck, good luck,Texans!
Subject: RE: BS: Flippin' 'eck, good luck,Texans!
I just heard on FOX cable News; "Thank God the water is receding".

to be fair and balanced, water will recede from some areas in the same way we still have cold days in the midst of global warming.



There is an opportunity for Trump to become a folk hero by parting the waters with a Trump Train to Houston with 100 freight cars full of Red Stripe beer.

Riding to the City once called Houston
Oklahoma Central, Monday morning rail
Hundred cars and a thousand tons of beer,
3 conductors, 25 sacks of mail

All along the southbound odyssey, the train pulls out of Kankakee
And rolls along past houses farms and fields
Passing trains that have no name, and freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles

Good morning America, how are you
Said don't you know me, I'm your hit and run
I'm the train they call the Trump train to Houston
I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done

Dealing card games, with the guardsmen in the club car
Penny a point ain't no one keeping score
Pass the paper bag that holds the warm can
Feel the wheels, rumblin' 'neath the floor

And the sons of new immigrants, and the sons of millionaires
Wait for Trump train's magic carpet, made of steel
And mothers with babes nearly drowned, are waiting for the train
And the rhythm of the waves is all they feel

Good morning America, how are you
Said don't you know me, I'm your sickly pun
I'm the train they call the trump train to Houston.
I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done

Nighttime on the Trump Train to Houston
Changing cars in lake Charles Louisiana
Halfway home, we'll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness, rolling down to the sea

But all the towns and people seem, to fade into a bad dream
And the steel rail still ain't heard the news
The tons of beer in the cans feel the pressure burst seams
This train got the disappearing railroad blues

Good night America, how are you
Said don't you know me, I'm your native son
I'm the train they call the Trump train to Houston
I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done